MYSTERIOUS SHOTS IN THE WILDERNESS As the Indian youth sped over the trail in the direction of the rifle-shots he flung his usual caution to the winds.

His blood thrilled with the knowledge that there was not a moment to lose--that even now, in all probability, he would be too late to assist his friends.

This fear was emphasized by the absolute silence which followed the five shots.

Eagerly, almost prayerfully, he listened as he ran for other sounds of battle--for the report of Mukoki's revolver, or the whoops of the victors.

If there had been an ambush it was all over now.